A cheer for sports' rats and snitches
I know it isn't hip to say this, but I love a good snitch. Let's hear it for the rats among us. Every now and then, there's just no doing without a good, old-fashioned bigmouth, even the ones who don't rediscover their consciences or razor-sharp memories until the feds are banging down the door.
Snitches might not be choirboys or even remotely likable. (Think Jose Canseco.) But most snitches wouldn't know the dirt they do without previously wallowing in the mud themselves. ...
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